That night, Huo Jinbei, who had taken a day off the next day, flew back to Tongcheng overnight.
When he arrived at Huo's house, Mr. Huo and Song Qingyuan were playing chess next to the chess table, while Qianxing was also sitting next to the table, hugging his legs and staring at the chessboard in front of him with a lost expression.
Huo Jinbei stepped forward slowly, stretched out his hand and held her.
Only then did she come back to her senses. The moment she looked up and saw him, she completely forgot that Mr. Huo and Song Qingyuan were still in front of her. She suddenly reached out and hugged Huo Jinbei in front of her.
Mr. Huo and Song Qingyuan looked over at the same time. Huo Jinbei looked at each other, nodded, and calmly pulled Qianxing upstairs.
After going to the living room on the second floor, Huo Jinbei took Qianxing and sat down on the sofa.
Before he could ask anything, Qianxing had already buried herself in his arms again and said dullly: "Huo Jinbei, I actually let Shen Wangjin take Yibo away... I'm very worried about her... Just tell me
,Did I make a mistake again?”
When Huo Jinbei heard this, he just stroked her head and whispered: "Don't worry, Yibo knows what she wants."
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In the small house Zhuang Yibo rented, she sat alone on the sofa, as if in a trance, but she was really disturbed again and again by various sounds around her - the sound of neighbors opening and closing doors, coughing in the corridor
The sound of tables and chairs being dragged upstairs filled her eardrums.
Just when Zhuang Yibo couldn't help but reach out and block her ears, suddenly, the door of her room was opened from the outside.
Zhuang Yibo suddenly raised his head and looked at the door.
Shen Wangjin pushed the door open with a fruit bag in his hand and raised his eyes to look at her.
Zhuang Yibo suddenly withdrew his gaze, but the hand he had clenched tightly before was unconsciously loosened a little at this moment.
Shen Wangjin carried the fruit into the kitchen. After washing it, he carefully cut it into pieces and put it on a plate.
After doing this, he found the fruit fork from the cupboard. When he put the fruit fork on the fruit plate, he couldn't help but feel dazed for a moment.
After all, the current situation was something he had never expected.
He seemed to have done everything in the short half of his life, but when he bought fruit for a woman, he had to clean it carefully and cut it neatly - it was still such a woman who tortured his nerves.
Shen Wangjin paused for a moment, and finally walked out with the fruit plate.
Zhuang Yibo was still sitting in a corner of the sofa, hugging her body, and her eyes fell on the corner next to the TV cabinet. Although there was nothing there, she never moved her eyes away, and she didn't know what she was looking at.
Shen Wangjin sat down next to her, put down the fruit plate, picked up a piece of bird's nest fruit and brought it to her lips.
Zhuang Yibo seemed to be less than half aware, neither moving nor responding at all.
Shen Wangjin was patient but unusually good. He waited for a while and then said: "You won't eat rice or fruits. Do you really think you can become an immortal, or do you want to force me to continue giving you nutritional injections?"
Zhuang Yibo still didn't respond.
Shen Wangjin didn't force her, put the fruit back on the plate and stood up again.
The moment he stood up, Zhuang Yibo finally reacted - Shen Wangjin clearly saw that her hands that were originally holding her legs suddenly turned into fists, tightly holding her trouser legs.
He had seen this action once before, when he went out to buy fruit for her.
Shen Wangjin couldn't help but cast his eyes on her expressionless face.